Imprisoning and kidnapping my female classmates

"Ahhh! Haa... Mmmph mmmph..." Ma Wanru's delicate body, bound to the restraint chair, jolted as if struck by electricity, only to be pressed back down by the leather straps. The chair itself wobbled with her cry, and she couldn't help but let out a laugh. But she quickly realized her lapse in composure, pursed her lips, and tried to stifle her giggles. Ma Wanru's upper body arched in this state of tension. Within the limited range of motion, she raised her head, looking anxiously at my hands placed under her armpits. From behind, I watched Ma Wanru struggle with excitement. I brought my fingers together, forming a drill-like shape, and began to rotate them on the slippery, sensitive flesh beneath her armpits. "Mmm-hmm-hmm... Mmm... Pffft hahahaha!!!! Hahahaha!!! Hahahahaha!!!" "Qin Long!!! You!!!! Hahahaha!!! Hahahahaha!!!" The tickling sensation, amplified to its extreme, became unbearable for Ma Wanru. Being so ticklish, she finally burst into laughter. Her soft body thrashed wildly on the restraint chair. Her tensed form completely collapsed, her arched upper body pressing against the backrest. She twisted incessantly, her bound hands, forming a "Y" shape, pulling hard against the wrist restraints, but she couldn't break free. Furthermore, beneath Ma Wanru's slender waist, at the fold of her hips, another restraint strap bound her torso. Under the violent struggle, her slender, soft waist could only twist slightly from side to side. Her long legs, clad in over-the-knee white stockings, were only bound at the ankles by the restraints. Her thighs, no longer weighed down after I stood up, could move slightly. However, her feet were pulled taut by the restraints, so she could only flail her slightly mobile thighs, slapping against the restraint chair with loud thuds. "Hahahaha!!! Stop!! Hahahaha!! Stop... Qin Long!!! Hahahahahahaha!!!" Ma Wanru, exceptionally ticklish, finally understood what true ticklishness meant. At this moment, she cared nothing for shame or embarrassment. Her hypersensitive body was no match for the intense tickling, making her only want to struggle desperately and laugh uncontrollably. Ma Wanru's delicate body writhed and thrashed on the restraint chair. The stimulating tickle made her unable to control her body. My ten fingers were now rotating on that one spot on either side of her armpits, concentrated on a single point. This made the tickling sensation more focused and intense, something Ma Wanru's sensitive body simply couldn't endure. "Can't take it already, and it's just begun? I haven't even had my fill of tickling you yet." I tilted my head to the side, watching Ma Wanru struggle madly under my tickle torture, and said excitedly. Her delicate white hands, now restrained, kept changing positions. She couldn't clench them into fists, nor could she fully relax them, only waving them about aimlessly, much like her current state of mind – desperate and helpless. And after less than a minute of tickling Ma Wanru, the intense struggle and laughter had left her small face flushed, her forehead beaded with sweat. Her twin ponytails, tied at the back of her head, swung wildly, becoming disheveled, strands of hair sticking to her face, making Ma Wanru look utterly disheveled. Only then did I stop, observing Ma Wanru's appearance with delight. I also knew that tickling the same spot for too long would increase its sensitivity, and I certainly didn't want that to happen. "Hoo... hoo... hoo..." Ma Wanru let out a sigh of relief, slumping back down, her head tilted to the side as she panted, her fair, soft chest rising and falling with each breath. After this bout of stimulation, though the tickling hadn't lasted long, once it stopped, Ma Wanru realized she had fallen into a devil's den. Bound in such a shameful position, being wantonly humiliated and played with, and utterly defenseless. Ma Wanru's expression began to turn grim. She had initially thought I wouldn't dare to act, but now it was clear my words were true. She couldn't help but feel fear, filled with worry and dread about her situation. Especially after being tickled just now, the helpless despair and humiliation – she truly didn't want to experience that again. "Why are you quiet now? Weren't you cursing fiercely just now? It tickled a lot, didn't it, little bitch? Disobedient little bitches like you deserve to be severely punished."

"Right, your room is by the entrance. Everything you need is already set up there, so you won't have to run back and forth. It'll be more convenient. Nothing else to add. Enjoy yourself, I'm off now." With that, Fatty Jiu hurried away, leaving me alone with these slave girls. I then proceeded to open the metal crates one by one. Wan Nu, Zhen Nu, and Yu Nu's pained whimpers clearly echoed out. Their pretty faces were contorted in agony, tears streaming down their faces. Their breathing was restricted, their faces flushed crimson, clearly suffering immensely under such forced restraint. Rou Nu, however, was still unconscious. But that wouldn't be an issue. The shelves on the wall held numerous potions left by Viper, including a wake-up drug. I'd rouse her later. First, I freed Wan Nu from her metal confinement. After being crushed in the crate for so long, her limbs were numb and stiff. As I lifted her out, her sexy legs couldn't even close properly, her body rigid. Yet, I had no intention of letting her off easy. "Little slut, this place is your home from now on. You'll stay here obediently and serve me well." I picked Wan Nu up. She struggled to twist her neck, glancing around the surroundings. When she saw this spacious area filled with so many strange objects, her heart plunged into utter despair and sorrow, beyond words. To her, this was nothing short of hell, yet she would never be able to leave. I placed the limp and weak Wan Nu onto a restraint bench. Behind the bench was a Y-shaped frame perpendicular to it. I had her sit on the bench, leaning against the Y-frame, and secured her hands to the restraints on either end. In front of the bench was a square wooden stocks, with six holes perfectly sized to secure her ankles. I then brought her legs together, opened the stocks, placed her alluring, fair ankles into the two middle holes, and then closed the stocks, locking them tightly. The holes were lined with leather, preventing her ankles from getting injured when she struggled. After Wan Nu was secured, it was Zhen Nu's turn. I placed her on a K9 frame. This K9 frame had a rectangular soft leather base, with an "工" shaped metal frame rising from the rear. I had her kneel directly on the leather base, then bent her arms back behind her from the top crossbar of the "工" frame, securing them tightly together with handcuffs. Her wrists were then cuffed to the restraints behind the vertical bars, forming a posture of being bound behind her back. Next, I adjusted the height of the "工" frame. The top crossbar pressed against Zhen Nu's armpits, forcing her to straighten her back. Her kneeling legs were spread and secured by a straight foot restraint, preventing her from closing them. The foot restraint could also be tied to the "工" frame, forcing her to bend her spread calves towards her buttocks, increasing her suffering. In the middle of the "工" frame, a crossbar extended between Zhen Nu's legs, pressing firmly against her vulva. The surface of this crossbar was decorated with irregular bumps. Whenever Zhen Nu struggled on the K9 frame, her vulva would rub against the crossbar, stimulating her sensitive points. Different styles of crossbars could also be swapped out for varied stimulation. For ease of movement, these frames were equipped with casters at the bottom. After securing these two slaves, I wheeled them one by one to the center of the training room, forming a large triangle with Cen Nu's position. Cen Nu had been quietly observing my every move. Though filled with questions, she never asked, remaining kneeling there.

"No! This slave is willing to be Master's milk cow slave!" Zhennu, terrified, shook her head frantically and shouted. The whip stopped mid-air. I burst into laughter, "That's more like it. Obedient bitches are the cutest. Since you're so good, I'll give you a little reward." I looked at Cen'nu and said, "Let's let her get a taste of what force-feeding feels like. And bring over that neck brace and attach it. It'll be very useful later." "Yes, Master." While Cen'nu went to fetch the tools, I grabbed Zhennu's cute pigtails, pulled them back, and used a nearby rope to tie them to the back of the H-shaped brace. This forced Zhennu to tilt her head back slightly, her nape pressing against the horizontal bar of the brace, immobilizing her head completely. Cen'nu returned, placing a large syringe for feeding, a bag of thick white liquid, and other sex toys onto the cart before pushing it over with a sway of her slender waist. "To maintain your current figures and ensure you get enough nutrition, I've gone to great lengths to have this nutrient solution developed. This will be your three meals a day from now on." I stood up, glanced at Zhennu's terrified face, gently patted her cute little cheek, and continued with a smile, "But don't worry. Given how well you behaved just now, I'll be a little gentler with you." Then, I stepped aside as Cen'nu approached with a toothed gag. "Open your mouth!" she commanded coldly. Zhennu obediently parted her small lips. Cen'nu immediately inserted the gag, and with a grating sound of gears sliding, Zhennu's mouth was stretched to its limit. Because Zhennu was tilting her head back, I could clearly see the inside of her mouth. "Ah... mmmph..." Perhaps due to the posture and the forced opening, Zhennu's neck and arms began to ache terribly. Her expression grew increasingly pained. Her soft, delicate tongue writhed helplessly in her mouth, and at the base of her pink throat, the teardrop-shaped uvula bobbed. It made one want to shove something in there and play with it. Cen'nu then produced a nose hook, hooking it into Zhennu's nostrils and pulling them back, tying them to the brace behind her head. Even her nostrils were forcibly stretched, her round nostrils elongating into ovals, a bizarre yet strangely aesthetic sight. "Ah... ah... ah... ah..." Because her head was tilted back, Zhennu found her cries turning into these "ah-ah-ah-ah" sounds. She never imagined her nostrils could be stretched. Although she couldn't see her reflection, she could feel how hideous she must look, and this forced act filled her with humiliation and shame, making her incredibly uncomfortable. Yet, she could only endure being manipulated at their whim, utterly helpless. Watching Zhennu's sweet, adorable face contorted into such a grotesque shape by the gag and nose hook filled me with immense excitement. Such a beautiful, obedient face deserved to be tormented and ravaged like this. Cen'nu first extended a slender finger, reaching deep into Zhennu's gaping throat. She gently prodded the soft, teardrop-shaped uvula. "Ah... ah-ah-ah... ah..." Touching the uvula didn't elicit a specific sensation, but Cen'nu's finger delving deeper made Zhennu cry out involuntarily. It was a primal fear, as the proximity to her throat triggered an instinctive revulsion. Subconsciously, Zhennu tried to shake her head, only to realize she couldn't move. Veins began to surface on her fair, slender neck, betraying her extreme distress. As Cen'nu's fingertip continued to circle her throat, the revulsion intensified, reaching its peak when Cen'nu pressed her finger against the base of Zhennu's tongue, triggering a violent gag reflex.

"From the moment I first laid eyes on you, your fate was sealed, destined to be my sex slave. Now, you have only two choices: obediently call me Master, or continue to resist." I said calmly, then laid Rou Nu down on the ground and put a chastity device on her. I continued, "However, the more you resist, the more excited I become. Now, you'll get a taste of this thing, and then you can think it over carefully, you little slut." "You bastard!! Ah!! What is this thing? Take it off me quickly..." After fitting Rou Nu with the chastity device, I turned away, ignoring her as she raged impotently on the floor. I didn't activate any functions, as those would be too stimulating for Rou Nu at this point; she couldn't handle it. The stimulation from the clitoral bead alone was enough to prevent her from standing. I still had to give her an enema later, so I'll let her rest for a bit and recover some strength. Amidst Rou Nu's wails, Zhen Nu had already been administered several tubes of nutrient solution. Because Cen Nu found it too slow, she switched to a larger syringe, and the entire two-jin bag of nutrient solution was quickly emptied into Zhen Nu's stomach. This was Zhen Nu's first time being force-fed so much, and she couldn't handle it, vomiting a lot. The thick, white, foul-smelling nutrient solution that came out coated her delicate body in a thin layer, looking quite beautiful, as if streams of semen had been ejaculated onto her. "That's enough, let's start the enema," I ordered. "Ahhh... Ahhh..." Hearing my words, Zhen Nu, still suffering from the nasogastric feeding, hadn't recovered and fell into even greater despair. Her tear-filled eyes blinked incessantly, trying to beg for mercy, but she couldn't speak. Her stomach was distended, her throat burned, and she was in immense pain. Cen Nu nodded, then placed the neck and wrist restraint board at the front of the K9 frame. After securing it, she opened the neck and wrist restraints. She then walked behind Zhen Nu and fastened the iron ring in the middle of the leg spreaders to the K9 frame's base plate, thus fixing Zhen Nu's legs apart. Only then did she untie the ropes binding her arms to the I-beam. After being bound with her arms straight behind her for so long, Zhen Nu's delicate, lotus-root-like arms were marked with alluring rope marks, swollen and numb, completely devoid of strength. Amidst Zhen Nu's whimpers, Cen Nu pushed her forward. Her entire upper body was pressed onto the horizontal bar in front of her, her deep cleavage directly clamping the bar. Her large, full breasts drooped, pressing against each other and swaying, creating waves of alluring breast flesh. Her hands and head were then pressed onto the neck and wrist restraints by Cen Nu. Zhen Nu's body was limp, and she couldn't resist at all. The neck and wrist restraints were then closed, fixing Zhen Nu's hands in a W shape. Only her elbow joints and head could move slightly. She was also wearing a gag, and as she lowered her head, more saliva dripped uncontrollably, mixed with the foul-smelling nutrient solution, making Zhen Nu utterly miserable.

But what made Zhennu most uncomfortable now was her current posture, like a bitch in heat kneeling on the ground, her hands fixed in a neck-and-wrist restraint, as if begging for food, while her legs were spread apart in a split-leg restraint, her ass naturally raised high. Her most private and shameful parts were completely exposed, as if inviting someone to play with her, making her feel extremely ashamed and embarrassed. Cennu didn't care how ashamed Zhennu felt. She pushed the tool cart behind Zhennu, slowly squatted down, and reached her hands into Zhennu's parted cunt. Her slender fingers gently parted her two soft, pink lips. "Ah-mmph... mmph..."

It was too late for Zhu Jingyuan to hide. Three masked men rushed out of the van, grabbed her delicate body, covered her mouth, and then bundled the still-shocked woman into the van. The entire process was swift. Zhu Jingyuan didn't even have a chance to scream before she was dragged into the vehicle. One had to admit, Uncle Mo's subordinates must have had plenty of experience with kidnappings; they were incredibly skilled. Soon, the van drove off, and I started my car, following the group of thugs. "Mmph! Mmph mmph mmph!!!! Hck! Hck! Who are you!! What are you doing?! Let me go!!" Having recovered from her shock, Zhu Jingyuan was pinned to the seat and began to struggle and shout desperately. But her body was quickly subdued. The force was immense, rendering her completely immobile. The hand covering her mouth was only just released when a leather blindfold was placed over her eyes, leaving her in total darkness. Then, one man twisted Zhu Jingyuan's delicate body to the side, forcefully grabbed her slender arm, and twisted it behind her back. He then cuffed her wrists with a pair of handcuffs. Her feet were tied together with a rope by another man. "Ah!! What are you doing!! You're hurting me, you sons of bitches!!" In her panic, Zhu Jingyuan thrashed, realizing her hands and feet were restrained and she couldn't break free. Her struggle had been too forceful, causing her delicate wrists to ache. Now, fear mingled with rage, and she immediately unleashed a torrent of curses. "Say one more useless word, and I'll kill you right now!" One of the thugs didn't bother with further conversation. He pressed the flat of his knife against her neck and said menacingly. Zhu Jingyuan felt the coldness against her throat and broke out in a cold sweat. She immediately fell silent. But being inexplicably kidnapped, a flood of complex emotions surged through Zhu Jingyuan. She didn't have any enemies, nor was she wealthy. While she possessed some beauty, she believed many women were more attractive than her. Why had they targeted her specifically? Zhu Jingyuan couldn't fathom it and couldn't help but ask, "You... why are you..." Before she could finish, the flat of the knife pressed hard against her neck again. "Shut up!" Zhu Jingyuan trembled in fear and finally fell truly silent, daring not to speak another word. With her eyes covered, Zhu Jingyuan's delicate body trembled, her chest rising and falling uneasily. The thugs silently appraised her body, their gazes lingering on her heaving breasts, and they couldn't help but swallow. They had to admit, Boss Mo's taste was indeed sharp. A woman with such a perfect figure and stunning looks was rare even under normal circumstances. Although they felt a flicker of desire, they also knew their role was solely to kidnap. If they dared to make any improper moves, being fed to dogs would be considered a good outcome. Thus, they could only feast their eyes. The area where Zhu Jingyuan was abducted wasn't particularly remote, but this city had a sparse population. A large expanse around it consisted of uninhabited unfinished buildings and factories. After a few turns, we arrived at a dilapidated factory. Uncle Mo's subordinates had already scouted this factory in advance and had even brought a restraint bed specifically to have their way with Zhu Jingyuan and, incidentally, to extract information about Hua Rouyu and Tang Mengjia from her. Upon arrival, one of the thugs untied the rope around Zhu Jingyuan's ankles and said, "Get out!" With trepidation, Zhu Jingyuan was dragged out of the van. The waiting was the most agonizing part, and with her vision completely obscured, she had no idea where she had been taken, which only amplified her fear.